This is a song about "Fake friendz"

Till i'm well-paid, bail's paid

I don't believe in bein fake

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

And fake friends need some therapy.

The blacks kill blacks for a crack of respect

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

Ur love was always fake

If i should die before i wake

Ur love was always fake

What you call hate

A fake personality i dressed

That happen to act like a black president

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Everybody is a winner, nobody is a fake

I drive that all around

I got fake people, chomping down.